Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 398: A secret will never remain a secret...

"To play the final leg?" Julian probed. To some extent, he didn’t actually understand what Davis meant by final leg.

Had there been precedents?

Had there been such an occurrence in the past that he wasn’t yet aware of?

From his investigations, he had gathered only fragments...how Davis Allen’s father, Alex Allen, and his wife had both died in an accident.

But beyond that, the information in his possession amounted to nothing more than the general knowledge already known by the public about the Allen family.

Julian realized he had only traced how his sister had gotten into the family. Perhaps his groundwork hadn’t been as thorough as it should have been.

Davis gave a curt nod. "Yes." His voice was firm, deliberate, "I will take this time to finish what that person started."

"I will take this time to uncover everyone behind every single plot and scheme that has plagued the Allen family," his tone carrying the weight of resolve.

He paused, his gaze hardening. "This has gone on long enough. I have delayed it for too long. Now... I will be settling every outstanding score."

His parents’ deaths.

His own accident.

His mother-in-law’s untimely death.

And now...someone had the guts of the person to make a move on his wife.

He could not allow the perpetrators to walk the face of the earth while she lay unconscious, barely living, fighting for her life. That would be injustice...not only to her, but to himself.

Perhaps, he had been too soft, too accommodating or was he too weak, but from this moment, he had made his decision and that he will achieve.

Julian’s eyes narrowed as he studied Davis’s expression...his voice tinged with biting coldness, the clenched jaw, the hands curling tightly into fists, and there is no doubt his heart might also be burning with fury.

"Will you be needing any help?" He asked. Though he already had his own plans for the person that was bold enough to lay their filthy hands on his sister, he doesn’t mind lending an extra hand.

"It wouldn’t hurt in the least," he mused.

Davis gave it a brief thought, his eyes softened as they fell on the woman in the ICU. "Not really," he said quietly. "If there’s anything I might need, I won’t be shy to ask."

one hurt, the one left lying unconscious. This was his battle to fight, his debt to collect, otherwise how

and shook his head lightly. There was no doubt...Country Y was about to experience the wrath of a

Julian murmured. "I’ll be

ICU, fire burning hotter

Julian’s voice

your children first. They were untimely forced into this world...and at the moment, you need to

weighing the words, then nodded. "Alright. Lead

away, exhaled with visible relief and walked

commanding, so different from the simple man who

nothing but vengeance, but he wasn’t about to risk or

responsible and accountable for any wrong

supposed to be a joyous event, news worth celebrating. Yet, all he felt were

hiss of machines and the rhythmic beeping

end of the corridor, a nurse at the sanitation station stopped them. After gearing up,

took a deep breath and stepped forward, the frosted glass doors parted softly. The faint glow from

here," Dean

wondered how he could face them, when he wasn’t there to

held the door open and inclined his head. "They’re

His breath caught in his chest, he wanted to turn around. He exhaled slowly. Then,

filled with the rhythmic beeping of

glowing faintly under gentle lamps that

blue glow casting soft halos of light over the tiny forms inside. Sterile air carried a faint scent of disinfectant, sharp yet strangely

Mark placed a reassuring hand on Davis’s shoulder, steering him toward the

said

on the twins which are impossibly small, their skin almost translucent, each

hum of oxygen cradled them in a mechanical womb, but to Davis, they were

stood at the glass wall for a moment, his tall figure strangely dwarfed by the fragility of

as if he needed something to hold onto, but the only thing anchoring him

nurse beside him gestured

come closer, Mr. Allen. Just don’t

throat tightened. He placed a palm softly against the clear wall of the incubator, wishing the barrier

accident," he murmured, his eyes stung, his heart

already suffering, tied to tubes and

be in vain,"

a tiny hand flexing, fingers curling toward